TITLE:
I'll Drink to That!
AUTHOR: Sam Carton
EMAIL: Stardoor@hotmail.com
CATEGORY: Humor
PAIRING: none
SPOILERS: None
SEASON / SEQUEL: 4
RATING: PG
CONTENT WARNINGS: none
SUMMARY: This is a response to a challenge, but not one from Heliopolis. Nope,
it's one my patient and understanding beta reader came up with when we discussed
one of my earlier attempts, Ghost Writer,
as Corinne pointed out that in one situation, O'Neill wouldn't refer to Sgt.
Davis as "Walter". Where then, I mused, would O'Neill call Davis "Walter"? Hence
I wrote this piece of fiction - which is probably shorter than this intro!!!!
STATUS: Complete
ARCHIVE: Heliopolis and here
DISCLAIMER: No, the characters aren't mine. I have never owned SG1 in any way
shape or form and am certainly not likely to in the future! This piece of fiction
was written strictly for fun and no profit was made from it. No copyright infringement
is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property
of the author. This story may not be posted elsewhere without the consent of
the author.
It was late in the afternoon when Jack O'Neill decided to take a walk downtown. The weather was great, it wasn't too crowded and there was this great little bar Jack sometimes went to where a person could chill out and switch off for a little while. Well, maybe almost switch off. In Jack's line of work, it was hard to switch off totally, but a couple of beers and a couple of hours away from everything could be great therapy.
He crossed the road to the bar and had almost reached the door when h did a double take. He could swear that the guy walking unassumingly down the street looked familiar. He knew him from somewhere he was sure. Short, light coloured hair, average build, glasses...
It couldn't be.
Jack looked again.
It could.
"Davis? Sergeant Walter Davis?"
Davis looked up and smiled. "Colonel O'Neill!"
"We're not on the base now call me Jack."
"OK. Jack. Call me Walter."
"OK, Walter. You up for a drink or two?"
"Yeah... why not. I was going straight home but I'm in no hurry and I haven't been out for a drink in ages." Walter replied.
The two men went inside the building, walked up to the bar and each pulled up a stool.
"What are you drinking... Walter?"
"Glenmorangie would be fine."
"Ok... Glen... whatever and..." O'Neill scanned the various drinks available. "Sounds good. I'll be in that." He ordered the drinks and took a sip. It was strong, but was nothing compared to the stuff Daniel had taught the kids on Abydos to make. That had all but stripped the lining off O'Neill's throat.
"So... ever dream about... going through the gate?" Jack asked.
"Sometimes I do... but then I see the state you guys come back in and I realise I'm better off in the base. Not that we don't get our own share of action."
"Yeah. Good point."
"So... do you ever dream about being on the base more?"
"No... that's the thing I have nightmares about." Jack grinned, taking a sip of whiskey.,
Before they knew it, they had drained their glasses.
"Would you like another?" Walter asked.
"Sure!" O'Neill said.
And so it went on. Chatting and drinking, chatting and drinking, until somehow they were still sat there at 11 pm at night. Jack didn't want to admit it, but he was a little more than light headed and would need a taxi home at the very least. He would also probably need his head out of the window at this rate. Walter looked misty eyed... but that was it. He was still quite perky.
Wait until the cold air hits him, Jack thought, then hopefully he'll prove to be as drunk as I am not that I intend to admit being drunk.
Walter got up. Straight up. And walked steadily to the door.
O'Neill steeled himself and stood. At an angle. And weaved his way to the door.
Walter walked out into the night air and breathed it in.
O'Neill tried to do the same, breathed in the night air....
... and promptly passed out.
"If there's one thing all those hours on the base have taught me," Walter said to himself, "It's how to stay awake no matter what."
He set about rousing the unconscious colonel and figured this would be a great source of amusement for the guys in the gate control room.
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